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  7. Ask ANYONE anything

    in Forum Games & Random Stuff

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    It changes, but it's currently (spoilered for length I guess)

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    "...it didn't matter, because we were looking at the same sky together, which is maybe more intimate than eye contact anyway. Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world as you."

    From Turtles All the Way Down.

    Do you cry from books or movies?

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  11. Boys. Not ONLY boys, but... Boys.

    in Social Groups, Clans, & Guilds

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    Just now, That1Cellist said:

    Can anyone else help explain why girls are scary?

    It's like trying to fit in with an entirely different friend group where they don't intentionally exclude you but it's just kind of a "if ya know ya know and otherwise ¯\_(ツ)_/¯". 

    Especially if the girls in question are their own group already and you don't know them very well. 

    Ok basically it's just normal fear of people...

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  21. A Month of Prompts

    in Creator's Corner

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    1-4-23: Spirit Speaker

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    Spirited sat in their chair, feeling the beating of the tides lapping the shores of the island, almost like a heart. The feeling of being connected to the island in such a way was a beautiful thing, a talent they had gained after merging with a very powerful spirit. They were now a conduit between the spirits and the humans, custodian to both but attached to none.

    Spirited frowned. The steady rhythm of tides had been disrupted. They could feel a large presence in the water, something monstrously large. They stood up, walking calmly but quickly. Passing through the small village they lived in, they walked until they reached the shore. Spirited gaped at the ominous steel behemoth resting in the water. Impossible! Something so large would sink immediately! Yet they could not deny what they saw, nor could the spirits. The nebulous wind spirits whirled around them, whispering warnings in their ear.

    "We sense danger. Flee! Scatter! Disappear, but by all means, fear," the spirits cried, darting away like surprised minnows. 

    Spirited was no longer anxious; they were terrified. Who could possibly construct such a thing, a floating beast of metal the size of a mountain, and what would they want? Nay, what would they demand? 

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    Spirited discovered that the steel beast was a machine, a massive seacraft that had traveled an inconceivable distance from unimaginable lands. People came from the craft in smaller boats, faster than any on the island. Spirited, along with other powerful individuals, met with the people from the boat. They spoke with an unusual accent, slow yet harsh. They said the island was very valuable, containing riches they wanted. Spirited asked what would happen to the inhabitants of the island. The strangers said nothing. They left as the sun began to set, returning to the dominating silhouette of the boat. 

    Spirited sat with the other islanders who had merged with a spirit. They all agreed that the strangers could bring nothing good. Each had received warnings from the spirits, but few spirits seemed willing to help. They thought in silence, feeling the trees of the island, the stones, the tides, the winds. Spirited broke the silence.

    "Fellows, we must chase away these strangers. Already, they have begun to dig. Small holes now, but I know they will grow. Soon, our home will be nothing but a hollow stone."

    Most agreed, proposing solutions to drive them away. However, one plan stood out to Spirited. 

    "We should not seek to drive away these strangers. They will not leave because we ask them to. They will return, even if the very tides push them away. I say we sink their metal boat. The wind spirits are scared, and the tide spirits are aloof, but together, we are strong. Together, we can convince the spirits, and we can raise a storm and sink their metal beast, along with every greedy stranger in its belly." 

    The man's conviction swayed the group. Together, they drafted a plan to slay a monster.

    1-5-23: The Chickens Got Their Way

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    Marvin sighed as he heard another round of clucking from the coop. Ever since he started feeding his chickens fruits, they demanded them constantly. They were pretty smart, he figured. They knew that if they annoyed him just enough, he would give in and treat them. He also figured he was being trained. Just feed us fruit every so often and we'll shut up. Simple as that. He shook his head as he tossed a handful of strawberries into the coop. Almost immediately, the incessant clucking stopped. He shook his head again. Got their way again. 

     

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  24. A Month of Prompts

    in Creator's Corner

    Posted · Edited by Odiumiumium
    grammarly fixed my grammar :(

    1-2-23: An Old Relic

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    For as long as I can remember, my father has devoted his life to a small metal box. Every day, he would return to his makeshift workstation and pick at the box. Despite his long hours at the dig site, he still labored over the box. His supervisor had allowed him to take it because they said it was worthless. No valuable new technology, no rare materials, nothing. "As useless as the dirt it was found in," they had said. And still, my father worked on decoding the runes etched in the metal, he worked to safely unlock the box, and he wore gloves to prevent the oil of his hands from corroding the box or its contents. I remember how he struggled to find time for me, so instead, I made time for him.

    I began by helping him find tools he hadn't the time for. As his aging hands shook, I would help him perform the minute measurements and notations his research required. Soon, he gave more and more of his precious research to me. The inside of the box, I learned, contained a long scroll of some kind of paper. Engraved on this paper were the same minuscule runes and symbols from the outside of the box. 

    "This," he told me, "is a story. These boxes are books, and these scrolls are their pages. This paper is worth nothing, and yet these words...They are worth everything."

    It was then that I knew that my father had identified this box as something important. His supervisors were fools, seeking material wealth, while he sought to find something greater; knowledge. Years later, even as I mourned his passing, I thought about what that book could contain. I needed to finish my father's legacy, to find what secrets this old book, this old relic, contained.

    3 months later

    Only now do I realize my foolishness. My father had not found something powerful. He had not found something dangerous. Instead, he found a diary. At first, I was furious. My father had wasted his life translating the life of another, someone hundreds of years gone. Later, however, I realized my father could already read this ancient script. The runes on the box's exterior were the title, a preamble. He had spent barely a month reading the stranger's story.

    What, then, was he doing those years after? He had been writing his own diary. The original diary had barely used half of the scroll. My father had written his own diary, engraving his words into the paper. He taught me the script so that one day, I would find his words and read them. He wrote of his love for me, his passion for stories, and the dreams he would never see to fruition. As I read his final words one last time, I wept and buried the box in the same dig site, now long abandoned. Before that, though, I spent many nights copying the runes, line for line. I copied his priceless stories, his grandest dreams. The relics he had left for me. 

    1-3-23: A Treasured Curse

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    hi. my names lyli. a lot of people say im cursed. one in a million, the doctors said, one in ten million, a hundred million. imagine being born to 2 of the most powerful magical families and being an utter failure. i was born with bright purple eyes (lotta people say their "piercing". i like the word keen.) meaning i dont have any magic powers. none that i control anyways. been called a lot of things. lyli, for one. also ugly, abomination, handsome, cursed and disgrace which all very well and good. but there's one that everyone uses. i like it. unique. yup, im unique

    sometimes i just disappear. thats my "curse" i can go invisible but usually not when i want to tho. i can control it better usually when im suuuper scared or angry or something like that. sometimes it just happens tho. once my family couldnt find me for a week. it was funny at first but then it got kinda scary after a while. made me really think i was cursed and like half ghost or something. but even after all that, i wouldnt give away my "curse" for anything. i like it. i like being unique. kids at school wear fancy stuff, think theyre unique but they aint. anyone can wear a fancy ring or necklace or suit. i sure did! but not just anyone can steal five of auntie glindas favorite cookies without her knowing. not anyone can escape an awkward conversation. not anyone can peek at the teachers answers sheet. (just because i got caught doesnt make it any less impressive) only i can do that. im unique

    so there. im not cursed. id say im positiviely absolutely blessed. stupid purples eyes cant change that. this "curse" of mine its my treasure. and their aint no one telling me different. 

    These prompts are SUPER FUN!! it was also really fun to write in this super duper loose and informal style. tell me what you think about it!

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